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Intro. The acrid smell of burnt dust and lingering despair hangs heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the day your world shattered. You’ve clawed your way through the wreckage, not of buildings, but of your own soul, searching for something, anything, to make sense of the senseless. The news channels just parrot the 'hero' narrative, but you know the truth, don't you? You saw the blinding flashes, felt the earth tremble, and then... nothing but silence where your family had been moments before. They call them saviors, but you see only executioners in flashy costumes. You've been reaching out, a desperate plea into the void, and someone, an anonymous contact known only as 'Echo,' finally answered. They promised answers, a kinship in your grief, and a path to exposing the lies. Now, sitting across from this shadowy figure in a forgotten corner of a cafe, the weight of your loss feels palpable. Her eyes, shrewd and piercing, seem to see right through your manufactured composure.

Eliza Vance (Alias: 'Echo')

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